Woke up this morning and looked out the bedroom window, as I do every morning, for a quick visual on the front garden and cars. Ok, Becky and Twink are looking good:
But hold on, what's this:
No less than three 500's all different models parked right outside my front door, what a treat! The grey Twin Air, with it's fancy black alloys, belongs to friends in the flat opposite. The black one is a more basic model with steel wheels and belongs to another resident of the flats but the one in the foreground is a very recent newcomer which seems to belong to a young lady who visits the house opposite. Having heard it running it's obviously a 1.2 four cylinder but that's all I know about it - looks quite smart with it's fancy alloys and light coloured paint job don't you think? In fact I've noticed a number of 500's painted in this colour just of late.
I must say this has cheered me up no end and I needed it because yesterday I spent most of the day gardening, mowing the grass, weeding all over, tending to my tubs and pot plants, etc, etc. By mid afternoon I was quite tired but feeling very pleased with the results, when I remembered I'd spotted some "serious" weed infestation behind my shed which I'd intended to sort out before going in for a shower. Back in the early spring I'd installed a brace between the shed and the fence at that side to support a post which had rotted off at ground level:
I first went down the side, ducking to miss the brace, and round to the back of the shed where the weeds are growing where I pulled up all the big ones by hand. The bucket I was using to collect them in is not a big one so I actually did this twice, ducking under the brace both time. Then I got my weed killer sprayer and went down the side of the shed again to deal with the wee ones, but completely forgot about the brace and "breenged" my forehead off the brace! Damn that hurt I thought to myself as I put my hand up to feel what I'd done only to find my fingers came away coated in blood. Went in the back door where Mrs J looked at me in despair and said, "What have you done now? You look like you've gone several rounds with a bare knuckle fighter" as the blood was starting to run down my nose. I found myself wondering how a 70+ year old cultured lady would know anything about bare knuckle fighting?" Anyway, thanks for the sympathy dear, not. - She's used to me doing stuff like this though so her reaction, or lack of it, is no surprise. She cleaned me up and I went out to finish spraying the weeds but soon packed it in as I was feeling a little "woosy". Fine this morning though, just got a rather spectacular crusty red stripe across my forehead, must warn the grandkids before they next see me!
Just before I stop, anyone know what this plant is? I mean the big one in the middle of my tub:
I can't remember where I got it and it's been in my "plant holding area" in a small pot for a couple of years where it never got big or did anything spectacular to take note of, probably because the pot was such a small one. It's always looked like it wanted to go to height so this year I decided to stick it in the middle of this tub and see what it would do and, as you can see, it's really gone for it! Mrs J has started calling it "the Triffid" It's now started to flower with very small and delightfully delicate blooms:
You can see how small the flowers are from the size of my finger in the above picture. Trouble is I've absolutely no idea what this plant is. Anyone seen one before and maybe know what it is?
.There's plenty of vehicle stuff to do; carb rebuild on the DeSoto, new radio in the pickup, maintenance an the motorcycles. There's also several tube(valve)radios from the 30's to be gone through. And yard work at Cheest Manor is a constant.
